"Yes! I don't think it can get any worse than what had happened in Victoria's secret."
What can get any worse than being kicked out of Victoria's Secret?
"She was the worse one night stand I had ever had and I needed to get rid of her!" After those words left his mouth, all the people that were passing by, stared at us wide eyed.
"You know what?" I massaged my temples as I closed my eyes for a second, this guy is unbelievable. "Let's go to the coffee shop across the street and talk."
He smirked. “Good, I thought you'd never ask."
..........
"Now, explain." I said, looking at the hot specimen in front of me. We had just ordered our coffee and settled down in the corner of the coffee shop, away from the bustle. Now that I was sitting across him on eye level I had a better look at his face. He was even more handsome from close up. His face, something about him looks oddly familiar. I just can’t seem to remember if I have met him before.
"Are you done checking me out?" he asked amused, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips.
"Are you done being cocky?" I retorted.
He chuckled and said: "Always have answers ready for everything huh?"
"What can I say? Now, let's talk about what we actually came here for."
He looked down at his coffee mug and started to talk. "Last night I invited Pamela, the redhead, for a one night stand. She wore her red corset that her boyfriend bought for her and I accidentally tore it apart. Needless to say I had to buy her a new one. She persisted that I needed to go with her to buy it or she would cause a scene in my company. And that's the last thing that I want, I don't want all my employees to know that their boss is going around tearing girl's corsets apart. So I decided to go with her."
He looked up at me, waiting for my response.
"That still didn't answer my question."
"What was your question again?" he asked again. I rolled my eyes at him. Does he suffer from memory loss or something?
"I asked, why did you have to lie to that redhead that I’m your girlfriend?"
"Oh that." he snickered. "She was the worse one night stand I ever had and her head game was really weak, so no, I don't want to spend my money on trash. So I needed to get rid of her somehow without offending her."
My mouth hung with lips slightly parted and my eyes were as wide as they could stretch at what he just said.
I will say it again. This guy is unbelievable.
"You know what, have a wonderful day." That was all I could say before standing up and leaving the coffee shop without sparing him another glance.
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Marco Vasilios P.O.V
"Sir...Tomorrow you have a meeting with your sister and her business associates from Brazil." Timon my personal assistant handed me a stack of files as I entered my office.
"Mh, do I have plans for tonight Timon?" I asked looking at the fifty five year old man in front of me.
He worked for this company for almost fifteen years now and he was also the personal assistant for my dad.
"Yes, with Zoe Clayton. It's her last night in New York, before she will go back to Russia."
"Russia?" I asked curious. Isn't she supposed to go to Brazil?
"Yes, in the latest gossip it says that she is the latest mistress of the Russian minister sir." Timon said with a straight face, but I could sense that he was uncomfortable telling me that.
"Cancel my plans with her tonight, instead send her flowers."
"Well sir, she will not be happy with it. You already ditched her on the night of Kat Von D's party."
"Do I look like I care? And bytheway I couldn't help that Hanna was hotter than her. Now go and do what I've asked you."
He nodded his head and walked to the main door, but before he closed the door he turned around and said: "Oh and sir, it was not Hannah you had ditched Zoe for. It was Kelly."
How the hell did he know who she was and I didn't? And what's the difference between Hannah and Kelly? They are all the same. Long hair, big breasts, and good in bed or in Kelly’s case a bathroom stall.
I sat down on the big chair behind my desk and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I send a quick message to Rodrigo asking if he's up to go to the club tonight. He immediately responded with yes. I send him the time and place, before shutting off my phone. I looked at the huge stack of papers in front of me. I let out a heavy sigh before I started reading them one by one.
Slowly my mind started to wander to something else. Or not something, but someone.
I sat in the first row at the Milan fashion show, waiting for Zoe to walk the runway. That time Zoe was just a dear friend of mine, nothing else. I was in Milan for a business meeting with my dad. I was in my second year of college and my dad wanted me to gain skills by bringing me to his meetings. I was tapping impatiently with my shoe on the floor, this fashion show was boring.
Then I saw her.
She was stumbling her way to the exit of the building. Her long, wavy brown hair and skin tight peach dress that hugged her curves in all the right places caught my attention.
I need to know who she is.
I excused myself from the people around me and followed the mysterious girl. I saw her outside sitting on a bench with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.
It was chilly outside, but she seemed unbothered.
I walked closer to her and from close up she was even prettier. She had pretty blue-green eyes, which were calm and emotionless. I wanted to reach out and touch her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the evening. But I restrained myself from doing it since it would be creepy.
"You know." she suddenly said, her voice so soft that I could barely hear her. "Haven't you learned that staring is rude and creepy?"
I chuckled as I sat down next to her. Pretty girl had caught me. She looked over at me and said: "What is a good looking guy like you doing here outside with me? All the models are inside."
She was drunk.